Chapter 468 Parting
The scene returns to France. It is August 8th.
With the end of the Wizarding Inter-School Potions Championship, there are only 11 days left until the start of the Hogwarts school term. It is time for Shaylin to end his trip to France and return to Great Britain.
After leaving the village outside the magic garden, Schelling gave Maxime instructions, and after agreeing on various complex codes for communication between the two parties, Schelling and Fleur Apparated back to the Delacour Estate in Provence.
During this time, except for the three days he stayed at Beauxbatons, Sherin stayed at Delacour's house, so he had to say goodbye to his host before leaving. He packed his things - his luggage also added a golden crucible, 1000 Galleons of gold coins (also a champion reward), and a dark golden hard card.
This card is made of black gold, which is unique to goblins and cannot be copied on the market. It is a membership card of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association. As far as Schelling knows, there are no more than five such cards in the whole of Great Britain, and he himself is obviously the youngest one. In this way, the Daily Prophet has added the honor of "the youngest potion master of this century" to him.
As for the golden crucible, it was just an ordinary pure gold crucible, with no other special features. To Schelling, it was only of collection value. As for the 1000 Galleons, it was actually a considerable sum of money, enough for a poor wizard to invest in a business and change his entire life.
[“Pure Gold Crucible” obtained! ]
[“1000 Galleons” obtained! ]
[Obtain the "Extraordinary Pharmacist Association Membership Card"! ]
Of course, considering Xie Lin's current wealth, it was just a string of numbers. Of course, he would not waste this money easily - although he was a second-generation rich man, he was able to have enviable wealth because of his strength and a few opportunities. He would not become an extravagant and wasteful local tycoon because of this. He already had a detailed plan in his mind on how to spend this money, which I will not discuss here for the time being.
Compared with the crucible and the prize money, what Schelling values more is the fame that winning this competition has earned him.
When Grindelwald was wreaking havoc, wasn't it because of the halo surrounding him that Dumbledore was able to unite the people and be seen as a savior?
Dumbledore was hailed as the best wizard of his time because he had won countless awards and honors.
The current Sherin is also getting closer and closer to Dumbledore step by step. He is even better than Dumbledore - champion of the Triwizard Tournament and champion of the Inter-School Wizarding Potions Championship. Even in the long history of magic, there are only a handful of people who have the championship titles of these two international competitions.
When he picked up his luggage (his luggage had a weight-reducing spell on it, so it was very light) and was about to leave the room, he heard brisk footsteps at the door.
"Xie Lin, are you ready?"
He looked up and saw Furong standing at the door, looking at him with a smile. Beside her, several floating suitcases clearly showed her intention.
Xie Lin raised his eyebrows, his eyes fell on the neatly packed luggage, and asked calmly: "What are you doing..."
"Of course I'll go to England with you." Furong raised her chin slightly with a proud look on her face.
Xie Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously not expecting this development: "When did you decide?"
"A long time ago. In fact, I graduated at the end of the Triwizard Tournament," Fleur shrugged easily. "I was originally planning to find a job in England, practice my English, and get to know the British wizarding world better. Now -" she paused, her blue eyes sly, "you've given me a more sufficient reason."
Xie Lin looked at her quietly, trying to get more information from her face. However, Furong just smiled and met his gaze without hesitation, with a frank and somewhat provocative look. "Whatever you want." In the end, he just said lightly, picked up his luggage, and walked to the door first.
Furong blinked, then gave a satisfied smile and quickly followed his steps.
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The morning sun shines on the courtyard of Delacour's house. The air is filled with the fragrance of summer flowers, birds are singing on the branches, and the breeze gently blows through the lush garden. Mr. Delacour stands calmly at the door, with his hands behind his back and a gentle smile on his lips.
"Xie Lin," he looked at the young man in front of him, his tone neither hurried nor slow, but with a hint of fatherly calmness and majesty, "Furong is sometimes a little willful and a little proud, but she is a good girl. If she gets angry, I hope you can be more tolerant of her."
"Of course, sir." Xie Ling nodded immediately, his attitude very serious, "I will definitely take good care of her."
Mr. Delacour nodded with satisfaction and said nothing more. In contrast, Mrs. Delacour's reaction was much more intense.
She held Furong's hand with tears in her eyes, her voice full of reluctance: "My baby, you must take good care of yourself. The weather in the UK is humid, remember to wear more clothes and don't catch a cold... Also, don't be picky about food, and make sure to have a balanced breakfast... If you encounter any difficulties, be sure to write to us and don't bear it all by yourself..."
As she spoke, she hugged Furong tightly, as if she wanted to tell her all at once, and as if she wanted to remember her daughter's breath firmly. Furong was hugged by her mother until she couldn't breathe, but she had a helpless and warm smile on her face: "Mom, I'm just going to England, not to any dangerous place..."
"That's the same!" said Mrs. Delacour stubbornly, "You must remember that there is always a room for you at home, and you can come back at any time."
"I know, Mom." Furong patted her mother's back gently to soothe her emotions.
Xie Lin stood aside, watching this warm and touching scene, and couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility. The Delacour couple had obviously entrusted Fleur to him, and their trust was heavy, so he would certainly not let her down.
So, he assured the two elders very seriously: "Madam, Sir, please rest assured that I will take good care of Furong and will never let her suffer any grievances. I will often accompany her back to visit you and let her write to you more often."
Mrs. Delacour then let go of Fleur, wiped the tears from her eyes, and looked at Sherin seriously. Finally, she smiled with relief and nodded gently: "Good boy, I feel relieved that Fleur is with you."
Mr. Delacour patted Schelling on the shoulder and said nothing more, but there was a look of recognition in his eyes.
Everything was ready. Xie Lin and Furong packed their luggage and stood in the courtyard to say their final goodbyes to their family. Furong took Xie Lin's hand, her face full of anticipation: "Let's go!"
As a gust of wind blew, the two disappeared without a trace.
"Well..." Lady Delacour said hesitantly, "Is there something missing?"
Mr. Delacour said solemnly: "Your feeling is correct - I didn't hear any sound when Mr. Malfoy Apparated and left just now... It seems that," he looked at his wife and said slowly: "We have found a great husband for Fleur..." (End of this chapter)
